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𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐘, 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓-𝐖𝐀𝐑
𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬. they didn't always go months without talking. they didn't always refuse to talk about each other.
they were once all over each other, holding sands down the streets or catching up with each other in-between lessons. they once sat at her kitchen table. he was trying to help her understand maths before a test the following day - but it ended in them sitting at the table giggling about anything that came to mind.
he didn't always look at other women. before, she was all he wanted. any one who wasn't ada schmidt wasn't good enough. he remembered the blush and giddy smile that would form on his face whenever someone mentioned her name or tease him for his love for her. he used to go to walk her to school daily - and if she wasn't going to school, he would check up on her her first thing and straight after school, (while mopping all day due to her not being in).
she didn't always give up on him. before, he was all she wanted. any boy who wasn't paul baümer wasn't good enough. she used to smile at him from across the street whenever he was with his friends and she was with hers. she would watch the way his friends teased him for getting all blushy and nervous under her gaze. she remembered how he would slide his hand into hers, trying to be as discreet as possible. how his thumb would subconsciously rub against her hand. she remembered how he held her hand whenever they sat at her kitchen table, trying so hard to break down the different methods to divide large numbers.
they weren't always so distant from each other. they once held onto each other - ada's head on his shoulder and hands wrapped around him as they laid on her bed, reading their favourite books to each other. his head gently leaning on the top of hers, his once hand holding the book open and the other around her back and waist. they once held each other like they had nothing to worry about.
she loved him.
he loved her.
but, of course, something always gets in the way - and they couldn't fight against it. it tore them apart. war tore them apart. it wasn't their fault. it would never be their fault. they can blame everything else for their distance. for they would have never wished for it. they never wished to be separated - but that's just the way of the world. and the world is cruel. too cruel for ada schmidt and paul baümer to ignore.
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